Trixie Glitter versus the Board

"Our advisor is outside the room. I think you need to listen to what she says." Christina said and she waved her hand. One of the other girls strutted over to the door and opened it.

Mr. Burnson's eyes widened at the vision that minced in. About 6 and a half feet tall, platinum Blonde, huge tits and an hourglass figure, perfect ass, and decked out in a golden metallic bikini with thigh high boots, opera gloves, golden bracelets and earrings with a golden mask, Trixie Glitter had his full attention.

"Hey stud! Your daughter told me alllllllll about your problem. And cause I'm a super hero, I'm here to help you! But you wouldn't probably be open with me if I had just shown up so we had to use the special cigarettes to make you nice and relaxed. So, like what is your deepest sexual fantasy?" Trixie said as she strutted up to him and ran a bright red nail down his chin.

Mr. Burnson was feeling detached and happy. He had experimented with drugs in college and he felt like a combination of grass and some acid. Things seems really funny and weird. He heard himself slur out "I like black women."

Trixie giggled. "Really? You like dark meat?" and all the girls giggled. Christina was smiling and leaned forward.

Mr. Burnson's eyes lowered to her perfect 36 DD cleavage and he kept talking. "I always had a fantasy about having a Nubian street queen. A sassy inner city ghetto trashy slut who was wild in bed and complete low brown trash out of it. Taking her out and showing her hot black ass off in cheap stripper outfits and high heeled shoes. Having her be my arm candy. Making guys look and wonder how good she must be in bed for me to keep her around."

Trixie smiled and looked at Christina. "Well Mr. Burnson, I can help you. I can make your dream come true. Would you like that?"

Mr. Burnson nodded yes and kept staring at Christina, dreaming of her with cheap jewelry and clothes, talking like a ghetto rat and letting him fuck her over the hood of a car in some parking lot.

Trixie waved her hand at two of the other girls who went outside and came back pushing a cart with some odd machines on it. Trixie pulled a helmet off of it and put it on Mr. Burnson's head. She flipped a switch and Br. Burnson stiffened.

Trixie looked at the screen and giggled again. "This machine will let me reprogram him. I'm going to make his fantasy self his real self. When he comes to, he's gonna want a black ghetto bitch to be his. I'm gonna make it even better. I'm gonna remove all his inhibitions, and elevate his lust and so on. He'll be a gentleman with a complete whore on his arm. A whore he will do anything for, spend money on, take on trips, fuck in a closet. He'll be wrapped around her little finger, he'll know it, and he'll love it!"

While the computer spun, Trixie pulled his pants down and said "Watch and learn from the best bitches!" She proceeded to give him a super blow job while in his head the image was laid over that of a black hooker he had cheated on his wife with back years ago. Mr. Burnson shuddered and came. The computer looped the pleasure into his head and he came again. Soon he had a lot of fake memories about cheating with black hookers and screwing them after his wife passed on.

Brittany was giggling along as she watched her dad get brainwashed and reprogrammed. She was glad to help her BFF do this and if everything went well, she could drop out of college and go to work on Sassy Street herself. She had helped by inviting several of her sorority sisters over for Trixie to hookerize and then tempt her dad with. She had always suspected her dad had a thing for black girls, and she was glad she was right!

Trixie Glitter stood after the 4th blowjob and pointed at Christina. "You're up. I'm going to give you a shot of whore serum and turn you into a ghetto bitch. Then, I'm gonna implant him on you and you are going to own his body, mind and soul. And I'm going to keep my promise to him and make sure he isn't lonely anymore."

Trixie pulled out a syringe and had Christina strip naked. "Say goodbye to Christina and hello to Tina!" Trixie said as she injected the serum into her ass.

Christina thrashed and twitched for a minute and then stood up. She looked in a mirror and cupped her tits. "MMmm, mmm! Nice titties! But a ho like me needs bigger melons, maybe a 40 EE. I'll have to get mah sugar daddy here to buy baby some new tits!" she said in a trashy accent.

Tina strutted over to a bag and dumped out some new clothes. She pulled on a rhinestone encrusted strapless clemise that nearly didn't cover her pussy or her nipples. She slipped on some black stockings, and a garter belt, and some clear plastic platform shoes with 6 inch heels. She slipped on some cheap golden bangle bracelets and some hoop earrings. She let her hair fall straight back and she slapped on a thick layer of slutty makeup. She lit up a new cigarette in her long black holder and smiled.

"Mmm hmmmm, that's how baby needs to be! Nice and flashy, show her money makers off to the world! What chou think bitches! Is Tina a hot ho or what?" Tina said as she ran her hands down her shapely hips.

"You are the perfect ho for this john!" Trixie said with a big smile. She hit a couple of buttons and the machine turned off. Mr. Burnson head lolled around when she removed the helmet. His eyes gradually refocused and he immediately fixed on Tina. A lusty, dirty, smile came across his face.

He stood up and walked over to Tina who was grinning at him. He started to lean down to kiss her and she put her hand up. "Hold on Sugar. Tina ain't free. You want this fine Nubian bitch, then show me the money."

Mr. Burnson smiled even wider and pulled out his wallet. He pulled out every dollar her had, rolled it together and slipped it between her cleavage. "There's more where that came from. You be my bitch, and I'll buy you whatever you want. In fact, why don't you just move in?"

Tina laughed and wrapped her arms around him. She gave him a big sloppy kiss on the lips. "Okay baby. I'll do it. But you need to be Johnny on the spot for me. Anything I want, you make it happen."

"Done." Mr. Burnson said.

Trixie giggled and snapped her fingers. A man in a cheap suit walked in with several papers in his hand. He glanced at the old man with a hot black ho on his arm and shrugged.

Trixie said "This gentlemen is a country clerk. He has some papers for you to sign. So do it."

Mr. Burnson looked at Tina who nodded and he signed without even reading them. Tina signed them as well. The Clerk then asked "Do you Mr. Burnson take Ms. Taylor to be your wife?" Mr. Burnson blinked and before he could say anything Tina blew some smoke into his face from her cigarette. His eyes rolled and Tina said "Say yes sugar. Do what your momma tells you."

"I do..." Mr. Burnson slurred out.

"Do you Ms. Taylor take Mr. Burnson to be your husband?"

"Ah do!" Tina said and smiled.

"You are now man and wife." The clerk said. He picked up the papers and an envelope full of cash and headed out the door. Trixie nodded to him and motioned to two of the college bitches to go with him. They both nodded and giggled and took the man by each arm and started whispering in his ear. He had a very broad smile as he left the room.

Mr. Burnson was now grinning at his new bride. "What a great fucking idea! Mrs. Burnson, I'm gonna take you out and we are going to paint the town red."

"Tina, wife or not, you always call me Tina, or baby, or sugar. And I'm taken you out tonight to a private club and show you what you have been missing." Tina took her husband's arm and looked at Brittany.

"You head to bed. You need to act normal until Friday night. Then you can drop out of school, daddy here will get you some nice fake tits and pump your ass, and you can get to work on the street. You got it?" Tina said with a sultry voice.

"Okay mom! No problems. You and daddy have fun!" And Brittany practically skipped out of the room.

Trixie looked at Mr. Burnson who was openly leering at his new wife's tits with a look of hunger. "Mr. Burnson, making your fantasy come true isn't free. This Friday at the meeting, you need to vote to keep Ms. Platt on as CEO and vote for her new business plan. If you don't, Tina here is going to leave you. Isn't that right Tina?"

"Fuck yeah Trixie! I want mah husband to be a player! I want to be married to a Cartel man! So you vote that way, and Friday night will be epic baby." Tina said as she pawed his cock through his pants. "Sound good?"

"Fuck yeah! Sounds great!" Mr. Burnson got out before locking lips with his whore of a wife. Trixie led the remaining girls out of the room. Turning back she saw Mr. Burnson bending Tina over the couch and pulling up her cheap rhinestone dress while groping both her tits while she ground back into him and kissed him over her shoulder. "You need fake tits! I'm gonna get you nice big fat fake tits! Fake tits for a fucking dirty whore!" he growled out.

"Shit yeah Sugar! Nice and fake! Cheap, like me!"

Trixie led the remaining girls downstairs and out into a waiting van. As each one sat down, she injected them with regular whore serum. They were all hotties and had made DC's cut, so she was taking them to Sassy Street tonight to get them started on their new lives as whores. Trixe shut the van door and said "Two down."

WEDNESDAY AFTERNOON AT PLATINUM HQs, 90th FLOOR

Mr. Sonner smiled at the latest stock report. He had been able to counter all the moves by several rivals to buy up free stock in the company and do so without drawing any attention. 60% of the company was now owned by the five board members, with Ms. Platt owning the other 40%. Thanks to his efforts they had been able to legally (and quietly) ease Ms. Platt out of being the majority shareholder due to some previously planned trades. At the very least, even if they couldn't save Ms. Platt they could save the company.

Mr. Sonner stood up and walked over to the front of his large office. He had something of a den here, with some couches and easy chairs, bookshelves and a large screen TV with a very advanced gaming system hidden in a cabinet.

Mr. Sonner had been a child genius, and had attended Harvard at age 12. He had graduated by age 17 and had become a self-made millionaire less than 6 months later. He didn't have to work at the Platinum Corporation but Ms. Platt had made him a wonderful offer and he was allowed to let his genius shine. Along with Ms. Platt, he was the one most responsible for making the company the Fortune 500 powerhouse it was.

He had worked hard most of his life, and while older than Ms. Platt he was still in his 40's. The computer gaming system was something he loved to play on. He hadn't had much of a childhood, or many friends and Ms. Platt had been one person he considered to be a real friend. She had actually played with him on his computer system a couple times and shared a delivery Pizza. Which made him very sad at the thought of one of his only friends being transformed into a lowly hooker.

The short meeting between the board had finished. Mr. Burnson and Mr. Anders had called in, Anders was running late and Mr. Burnson had a family issue, but they hadn't missed much. The public was still unaware of Ms. Platt's condition, and the private detectives hired to track her down had been unsuccessful. But the information about Sassy Street was accurate. The police were apparently paid off, and streetwalkers were definitely back. Mr. Sonner shook his head at that thought. Normally they were pretty ugly or plain, but these hookers had been hot and sexy. He kept his opinion to himself, but at least this Super Pimp had some high standards.

A "ding" from his desk had Mr. Sonners open a screen on his TV with the computer remote. "Sir, we have a pizza here for you from Zero Pizza. Says it's from Mr. Hawks for a job well done. Shall we send it up?" the front desk reported.

Mr. Sonner laughed, and replied "Oh how nice. Yes, please send it up."

Mr. Hawks knew he liked pizza and they had ordered out several times when working projects. "Just what I need actually, a pizza and game to take my mind off of this terrible situation."

A minute later a knock on his door caused him to get off the couch and go over to his office door. He opened it and started to say "Thank you Stevens, I..."

Mr. Sonner had just enough time to gap at the blonde bombshell standing there with a ditzy smile before she said "Time to play Sonny!" and sprayed a cloud of pink smoke and golden glitter in his face.

Mr. Sonner coughed and stumbled backwards as Trixie Glitter strutted in and locked the door. Mr. Sonner fell back into a chair and his eyes rolled up and he slumped.

"Hiya Sonny! I'm Trixie Glitter and I'm here to help you. I know how you never got to have a childhood so we are going to fix that kay?"

Mr. Sonner rasped out "Howwwwwwww?" in a drunk sounding voice.

Trixie giggled. "Simple silly. That pink gas and gold glitter is messing with your mind. IN a few minutes you will, like, not have any memories except what I tell you. And I will tell you what and who you really are and then we are going to have some fun."

"Okayyyyy."

Trixie giggled again and took out some some more glitter. She put a straw up Mr. Sonner's nose and had him snort a line of it. Then she took out her special lipstick, applied it and gave him a big long kiss.

"Well, that should have fired your little brains into mush. Now listen closely. You are Sonny, a high school boy of 16. You're a spoiled brat who likes to party. I'm Trixie, your girlfriend. I'm the hottest bitch around and you spoil me rotten. You can't say no to anything I want, and you are completely wrapped around my little finger. And you love it. Your mommy is Ms. Platt and you are constantly fighting with her. You sneak out to party and drink and do drugs and have sex with me and other hookers. You are on the board because your dad left you part of the company but you want to vote your mom off the board and put your buddy DC in charge. You could care less if the company works or not, you just want to have a fun time." Trixie said.

"Yeah, sounds funnnnnn. Drink. Drugs. Parties. Sex. Trixie is my girlfriend..." a now very loopy Mr. Sonners repeated. Trixie had him repeat what she had told him several times and he started to come around.

"Uh, fuck! My head is spinning. Trixie? Shit, baby, didn't realize you were here. Come here and give Sonny a hello kiss." Mr. Sonner, now Sonny, said standing up with a dirty leer on his face.

"Sure thing, baby!" Trixie minced over and planted a nice long tongue kiss on Sonny and then plopped down on his lap. She ground her nearly bare butt onto his rapidly hardening member and giggled as he smiled.

"I heard your mommy was out for the week. Can we have some fun? I have something you will really like..." she said as she drew her finger over her massive tits and dangled her purse from its spaghetti strap.

"Yeah, the bitch is out doing something. We got all night! What are you in the mood for? A game maybe, or something else?"

"Oooooooo, I just LOVE games. Let's play strip poker. I'll get us some booze first." Trixie strutted over to the bar and pulled out a couple bottles of expensive scotch. She brought them over and pulled off the tops and handed one to Sonny. They clinked bottles and both took big swings out of the bottles straight. Trixie giggled as Sonny coughed.

"Here baby, let me deal first." Trixie said and dealt the cards. She had stacked the deck and her super speed and reflexes let her keep stacking the deck. Soon Sonny was naked and getting a bit mad.

"Well, we can't play for clothes anymore. How about favors? I win, you do me a favor? Kay?"

"Okay bitch. Just deal, my luck has to turn around sometime." Sonny shot back.

After her next win, Sonny had to snort a line of coke. Next came some pills. Then some more coke. Sonny was tripping his mind off when she hit him with the final line.

"I win this, and you will vote to put DC on as the CEO of the Platinum Corporation, and remove Ms. Platt from any real power. Agreed?"

Sonny nodded yes, Trixie won, and Sonny tossed the cards down in frustration and without prompting did another line of coke.

Trixie grinned at him. "Cheer up boyfriend. I have the runner up prize right here." She said as she dropped her bikini top. Sonny stared at her wonderful tits and she leaned up close and wiggled them in her face.

"Play time baby. Have a lick!" Trixie said and guided his drooling face to her tits.

Sonny jumped up and started licking, sucking, and biting. Trixie squealed in delight and soon had her bottom off. Sonny lacked skill, but had tons of energy and youthful enthusiasm and he soon was on top of Trixie as the humped on the floor. He thrust wildly in and out and screamed when he came. Trixie laughed and blew more glitter on his dick which instantly hardened and he growled like an animal and bent her over the couch and fucked her doggy style.

"You like that, you bitch? You gold digging whore who is only fucking me for my mom's money? You like it?" Sonny screamed as Trixie laughed and moaned and thrashed.

"Fuck yeah Sonny! Fuck your gold digging whore! Fuck your Bitch! Fucking fuck me like the cheap slut I am! And then fucking give me whatever I want because I'm such a great fuck!" Trixie practically screamed back at him.

With the drugs, Sonny lasted nearly 30 minutes before finally dropping to the floor, covered in sweat and cum, raving about his gold digging bitch.

Trixie smiled as she rolled him off of her and stood up. She looked at Sonny lying in a stoned, drunken, stained heap at her feet and laughed.

"And to think you were once a genius. Well, when it comes to dirty money, DC is the genius and once you vote we won't need you. Partying like you are 16 when you are nearly 50 is going to finish you off plenty fast enough, so you will have an enjoyable demise. And to make sure you are going to be ready to vote..." Trixie said as she turned around and unlocked the office door.

Sonny was barely able to lift his head and stare at the women who strutted in. Two definite teen hotties, wearing metallic black stockings, tiny black bikini two pieces and a short tartan skirt and black heels slinked up to stand on either side of Trixie.

"This are some of my DEAR friends from the Academy. This is Dallas and this is Crystal." Trixie said indicating a hot blonde to her right and a hot brunette to her left. Both were chewing gum and giggling. "They are going to be your girlfriends now too. I have some other business, you know cheerleading and high school stuff. But my best buds here are going to stay with you and make sure you are alllllllllll ready to vote on Friday. And then I'll be back and we can play some more. Sound fun baby?"

Sonny was already drooling as Dallas and Crystal knelt down beside him and began to fondle and kiss him. "Whatever you say Trixie, you know I can't say no to you."

"That's right, you can't. Dallas, Crystal, make sure my boyfriend is taken care of until the Friday meeting if you get my meaning. You get full time and a half for this. Make sure he stays happy the entire time. Got it?"

Dallas nodded as Crystal went down to start licking Sonny's dick. "No problems Trixie. Tiffany gave me the details. This little "boy" will be stoned, drunk, and fucked until you need him."

"And that is three." Trixie said as she picked up her costume on the way out the door.

THURSDAY NIGHT ON 9th STREET HEADING OUT OF TOWN:

Mr. Jackson slowed down and took a left into an alleyway and pulled far enough in to allow the police cruiser to pull in all the way. He had been speeding a bit and had seen the speed trap just a second too late. He sighed knowing the jokes he would hear from his wife when he told her about this. Greatest lawyer in Center City or not, he always seemed to get at least one moving violation a year.